“What about this one?” Samantha pointed to a bright fuchsia dress with thick straps that wrapped over the front, with an uneven hem. 1-2-3-4—15 seconds later, Samantha still heard no response. She turned her head in the opposite direction to face Madeleine and noted her gapped mouth, matching her wide-set stare. “What. What is it? You don’t like it?” rolledContinue reading “Life Passages XXII – It Runs Deep”